It’s Shane Quinlan. “I said out,” Shane repeats in a low, lethal voice. But he doesn’t wait. He yanks Derrick by the collar and shoves him to the floor, right into the circle of kids. The music is still pounding, but all voices stop. The whole room holds its breath. Shaking his head, Shane steps inside the closet and shuts the broken door. My breath catches. Oh my God, it’s just me and my crush. Alone. In the closet. In the dark.
